Off His Rocker on a B707 Ladder Run

This ain't your typical terminal. We're talkin' a straight-up B707, engine vibrating, and we're straddling this ladder like it's a jungle gym. The wind's howlin' in our ears, the ground's shrinking below, and I Xans swear I saw a eagle divebombing past. This is the kind of adventure that makes you feel alive. There's somethin'electrifying about be

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